Page 26 of Micro
Ittookabitlonger to get her shipment ready for those assholes, even with my assistance, but we fucking got there, and their insistence that I attend with her for the delivery was no surprise, not that there was any way in hell I’d willingly let those fuckers near Soph now without me right beside her.
The last few days had been mostly quiet, with us both pretending that nothing had happened before those assholes turned up at her farm, and it’d been comfortable, hell, even kinda affectionate, and listen to this asshole using that word. Anyway, I knew it was only a matter of time before the shit all hit the fan, so a few days of peace before it all ended was appreciated, even though, yet again, I knew I didn’t deserve it.
“Ready, babe?” Her wrist had improved over the few days, but she still wasn’t ready to try driving, and that suited me just fine. As much as I yearned to retrieve my beautiful bike, that’s if my former brothers at Phoenix MC hadn’t trashed it, and have her wrapped around me on the back of it, that was never going to happen, and it killed me to have to accept that. If I hadn’t tried to destroy my old club, I could have had an old lady, but then if I hadn’t done those things, I’d never have even met her. It was so awful to realise I had to commit evil acts to find possible love, and that told me everything I needed to know. I didn’t deserve her, because this universe wasn’t about to let our paths cross, without me doing irredeemable things. She was never meant for me, and I wouldn’t get to keep her. But, that said, I could save her from her fucking hellish existence first.
The journey was fairly quiet, with both of us psyching ourselves up for the shitshow we’d face when we had to make nice with those fuckers, while I desperately fought to come up with a way out for her. Unless I reverted to type, and started attacking them, like I did at my old club, I had no way of breaking through their defences, since they had their shit locked up pretty tight.
It was only when we were facing Reaper again, after going through the same rigmarole as last time, that things changed once more.
“Soph, you’d better have the whole shipment for us. Psycho, you go stand over there, while I talk to our employee here.” I flipped him off, and moved closer to her. The only way he was getting near her was by killing me, and I didn’t think he had the balls for that.
“Want a reminder of how I got my road name?” I growled at him, and that’s when he smirked, like I’d just fucking handed him the key to the city or some shit.
“What… Micro? I think I can guess that one.” He looked at me like so many had, when they heard that name, and it had nothing to do with size, but once you’re named, you’re named. It had nothing to do with the size of anything, but an incident involving me and a microwave, that left me with no eyebrows for months. FYI there are certain things you should never try microwaving, and I learnt that the hard way.
“I told you that was a private thing,” I hissed at him, and he snorted.
“Like I said.”
“Can we just complete the handover, so I can get out of here?” Sophie asked, probably sensing the impending threat of another beatdown, only this time it’d be one Reaper wouldn’t survive.
“Sure thing, Soph, but let’s talk while we do. I wanted to mention a club you might not have heard of. Bunch of pussies, they are, with a dumbass name...Phoenix MC, you know of them?” My blood ran cold then, because he was showing me that he knew. He knew who I was. Maybe even knew what I’d done. Betraying your colours wasn’t something clubs forgave or forgot, and with good reason. I’d never truly pledged my loyalty to the Phoenix colours, but maybe I should have. I’d always intended on some form of retribution with the club, but it hadn’t become clear until I saw my father’s murderers having what he never would, and then the thing with Chrissy. I swear it was never my intention to turn into a molesting motherfucker after that, and I regretted pretty much everything I’d done when I finally cracked. Especially hitting the Pres’ old lady with a fucking car. Who knew the fucker would step out of the line of fire, before he realised what was happening, and tried to jump back in front of me. He was supposed to take that hit, but she was the one injured. Because I was a fucking asshole.
“I don’t know of a club called Phoenix, do you, Micro?” Soph innocently asked me, and I had one chance to cover us both, one chance to react just right, even though it might lose me this woman for good. As long as she stayed alive, I’d take the hit, just like Reacher did for his old lady.
I suddenly smirked, forcing my body language to shift in an instant, faking the bravado I definitely didn’t feel, as I watched everything fall apart around me.
“Yeah, babe, I’ve heard of that pathetic excuse for a fucking club. Reaper was right for the first time in his life. They’re a bunch of pussies, alright.”
Reaper sneered at me, as he sent the prospects to unload the van, leaning way too close to Soph as he responded.
“Bunch of pussies he failed to destroy,” he said snidely, turning to look at my shocked woman.
“Soph, wait in the van,” I hissed, stepping between them, before he could touch her again, or hurt her again.
“Did you know what he did to them, Soph? Did you know he raped and murdered his way through that club? That he’s a sick twisted monster? Guess that’s your type now?” Fuck, FUCK! I met Soph’s horrified gaze, and felt more ice in my veins as she backed away from me.
“R-raped? Murdered? No.” She headed for the van, getting into the driving seat, and I thanked my one remaining fucking lucky star that the keys were in my pocket right now.
“You fucking prick. You just hurtherrather than me, yeah? Those cunts can all die for all I care, butshematters.” The lies tasted like ash in my mouth, because none of them actually deserved to die, and knowing that after what I did was bad enough, but for her to look at me like she was afraid of me? That was a new low that I didn’t think existed. It had always been inevitable, but the reality was so much more painful than I’d expected.
“You weakened them, but you didn’t destroy them, so I guess we’ll need to finish what you started, fuckhead. They won’t see us coming, and they won’t defeat us like they did you.”What the fuck?
He looked me up and down like I was shit on his shoe. He was just begging me to tear his fucking sly head off.
“You’re so far beneath us all, Micro, and that’s why you failed, and we’ll succeed. We’ll fuck their old ladies and kill them, and we’ll soak the streets in their blood, just like you should have. Then Soph can up her shipments, because we’ll have all that delicious new territory to sell to. You know those movies, where they tell the supposed good guy their plan, just so they can escape and save the day? Hell… you’d probably sit back and stroke one off, while you watched real men kill them, but still, you’re not leaving here alive, and I think you knew that when you left her farm for the last time today. Shit, she’ll need to be comforted after you die too, so I guess I’ll be getting my dick wet again. She does like being fucked like a cheap slut. Just a matter of time before she’s the club’s whore, getting passed around like used pussy.”
His prospects were approaching, but before they could even reach us, I jumped on the fucker, and started punching him. Sophie was screaming something, but I couldn’t hear what it was, as I beat that fucker, fighting off the two prospects who really should have tried harder to save their club brother, and eventually, a well-placed throat punch crushed his trachea, leaving him choking and wheezing. He was as good as dead, so I got up and faced off with the prospects, who eyed each other warily, and backed away, suddenly unsure of their chances of success against me.
“The odds are massively stacked against you both. You have two options here, either you accept that he made threats against my old lady, and died for it, or you can come at me and try your luck. I haven’t snapped a neck in a while, and I can’t wait to see how yours sound as I kill you.”
Reaper groaned behind me, his chest heaving as he fought for breath, so I turned and stomped on his chest, cracking several ribs as I did so, giving him a little more pain to go with his slow death. A panicked scream from Sophie had me spinning around, to see one of the prospects had her pulled up against his front, with a knife at her throat. How the fuck did he get the drop on her like that? I wished she’d stayed in the van where it was safe.
“She came at me, man. I’m defending myself. You get the hell out of here, and then I’ll release her.” Did he seriously think I’d leave him here with my woman? Death was his only way out now.
“Please, this isn’t what I signed up for,” the other prospect gasped, distancing himself from the one holding my lady, and threatening her life.
“What did you sign up for?” I asked curiously as I scoped out our situation, and thought through my options.
